Silent footsteps thud across the pavement, as he paces the now-cobblestone streets, one of the many new roads he now has to walk. Myrth and laughter from nearby pubs penetrate his ears, but not quite enough to dilute his thoughts, today racing back to that misty evening. The luminescence of the street lights was the moon, half-shy to show itself but still mustering enough brilliance to crack through the darkly colored leaves. The warmly lit pavement was a soft bed of grass, then seemingly a...